Wolf Swallows Pope Whole

The pope is dying
The pope is dying
The pope, is dying

“Thousands pray,” he says
Live shots, St. Peter’s Square
It is night there
Here, I flip through channels

The pope is dying

My room is damp, musty
Shades are drawn
On the wall to my right
Charcoal dust sketch of a cross
A chalk outline of a body on cement

The pope is…

Wolf Blitzer is back
And it doesn’t look good
Live feed, third-story window
The pope is dying an old fat man
And I wonder
Should I shave before work?
But Wolf comes back and says
The pope is dying
And all are mourning
And so should I
And So I do